Heavens Utapri Novels & Stories

The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, intensifying the eerie atmosphere. Unexpectedly, my feet collided with an obstacle, and I found myself unceremoniously sprawled on the ground. The impact reverberated through my body, my ears ringing from the suddenness of the fall. Before I could gather my bearings, a strong hand clamped over my mouth, stifling any scream that threatened to escape. "Oh God, stop screaming," a husky voice demanded, a mixture of irritation and concern lacing his words. "Or else my ears are going to bleed out."

There was no satisfaction. "Do you see mother? I sit upon this throw that you desired the most. Are you happy? Are you proud?" he said looking at his mother's belongings. Those were the last of her. He wondered what would give him the happiness and satisfaction that he desired so badly. He wanted everylasting power. And if that forest could be conquered, He would have it all. He could not give a reason why, but he wanted to burn those trees down to ashes and let the men know of the power in his hands.

"Hachooo!" Inside the realm of High Gods, Ulitimia sneezed hard and felt shivers running down his spine. "That's weird.." Ultimia muttered softly as he tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "I am God but I sneezed hard.. is this some kind of bad omen?" After a short moment of silence, Ultimia shrugged, "How can it be~" He said cheerfully, "There is no way something will happen to me~"

​The heavy glass doors of L’Aura closed behind them, cutting off the soft cello music and the suffocatingly polite atmosphere of high society. The valet brought Ryan’s sleek black sports car around, and the ride back to the Hayes Tower was conducted in an absolute, terrifying vacuum of sound.

One of which was probably that prophetic dream. Even though he was a businessman, he was still a painter — a creative — deep inside. He had a good imagination. There were a lot of places that one’s imagination could take you to. Things like prophetic dreams, myths, déja vú, gut instincts, and even miracles… Such mysterious things happened in the world. Usually it would be considered foolish to believe in such concepts, but as long as it didn’t harm anybody, there wasn’t anything bad about it. It was why he agreed to take Allison here in the first place. He had wanted to go on an overseas trip with her, somewhere far and luxurious, like famous beaches and vacation resorts where they could rel

*** *Present Moment* Stella opened her eyes and closed them again; realization of the present reality dawned on her; she wished she could return to her dreams, back to the timeline when they were both young, vibrant, and very much alive. The awful reality of never seeing Mariah again hit her really hard, she had held her hand at her most desperate moment, and Mariah had kept her promise, and tended to the cabin in her absence even when she got married two years later, she didn't stop when her marriage got really challenging, the cabin was her safe haven. She had visited her when Rissa was born and even when she started growing, and they had braided her hair together just as she had said; fre